Her deadly dreams leave her in grave danger .Since half-vampire Cat Crawfield and her undead lover Bones met six years ago, they've fought against the rogue undead, battled a vengeful Master vampire, and pledged their devotion with a blood bond. Now it's time for a vacation. But their hopes for a perfect Paris holiday are dashed when Cat awakes one night in terror. She's having visions of a vampire named Gregor who's more powerful than Bones and has ties to her past that even Cat herself didn't know about. Gregor believes Cat is his and he won't stop until he has her. As the battle begins between the vamp who haunts her nightmares and the one who holds her heart, only Cat can break Gregor's hold over her. She'll need all the power she can summon in order to bring down the baddest bloodsucker she's ever faced . . . even if getting that power will result in an early grave.

Ms. Frost certainly had me feeling a tad upset whilst reading this book with Bones getting so upset with his Kitten. Be still my heart. I was looking over Cat’s shoulder when she was looking at the Satellite footage and I was holding my breath, inwardly crying, ‘noooOOoo’.

There was a bit of corker biffo going on between Cat and Bones and the verbals... I thought it was very clever of Jeaniene to show us a deeper side to Bones and to show Cat that she needed to wake up to a few things. It made for a real page turner this book.

Gregor, the Dream Snatcher in a way gave Bones a run for his money because Cat has a running list longer than me of all Bones’s conquests and this tipped the scales a bit to show that Bones really had a deep fear of losing Cat. Even though she didn’t remember Gregor and her past with him, no fault of her own * gives Mencheres a dirty look * , she did have a past.

Their passion for each other and their fear of losing each other, made for some fiery Cat and Bones scenes.

Bones has such an incredible fear of his wife being taken away from him due to Vampire Law, first dibs and all.

Oh , the wonderful Marie Laveau, Majestic, most powerful ghoul, Queen of New Orleans. Isn’t she a corker? I love Cat’s way of handling her.

“Oracle?”

“Bingo!”

Ode to ‘The Matrix’.

Ha! Creepy Jacques leading Cat through the Indiana Jones style booby trapped way to meet Marie. Be hard pressed to get out of there alive if you didn’t know the ropes or have a creepy tour guide.

I love the introduction of new characters. Fabian du Brac 1877 -1922 , you just want to hug him, if you could. He just needs to be needed, noticed. What a softie, Bones.

There is action, loads of jealousy, biffo, some attempted dream snatching, ex wife and a wife ( depends on who you are speaking to), some hot smexi ( like duh!) , ghouls, Vlad needing a bit of a platonic snuggle ( awwww), tempers flare, rescue attempts that aren’t really needed, a past memory erased, trust issues, may the best man win issues, Juan is still Juan. Tate thinks all his Christmas' have come at once.Justina is still ... well Justina.

As the book blurb states, it is intense and emotional, but it’s also that wonderful rollercoaster ride you take with Cat and Bones like no other Urban Fantasy couple I have read.

Bones is just ... just ... one of a kind.

FAVE QUOTES THAT I CAN WRITE IN MY REVIEW:

Bones gave a low chuckle. “I can’t stop wondering how I’m going to take you whilst you’re in it. Right now I’ve decided on from behind, although that may change by the end of the opera.”“Why did we go to this if you’ll just be mentally molesting me and not watching the performance?”“Because that’s right fun in itself,” he responded with a wicked grin.

“I was trying to wake you,” Bones answered crisply. “I cut you, threw water on you, slapped you, and set a lighter to your legs. For future reference, which one of those do you think worked?”

“Hey, Walks Like An Egyptian, how about for once you drop the formal stuff and talk like you live in the twenty-first century?”“The shit’s gonna splatter, start buggin’, yo,” Mencheres responded instantly.

“Bloody hell, Kitten. Never thought to be flogged by my own furniture. Do you know I saw stars when that cracked over my nog?”

“Damn you for being a conscienceless whore.”Bones didn’t take his eyes off me, nor was his response any louder.“That’s what you married, Kitten. A conscienceless whore. But if you recall, I never pretended to be anything else.”

“Did you really think I’d ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.”

“Oh . Well.” A slumber party with Dracula? All things considered , why not? “Okay , but I snore.”He grinned. “I have been under the same roof with you for a week, so I already know that.”